It was a reverie
A canvas daubed with your memories
Now awoke to bitter actuality
I am discerned of your abrupt evanesce
And that withered hope of your appearance
Is dwindling away with the passing time
Knowing I couldn’t mend it
Making my heart bereaved of your endearment
But not the soul
Never deprived of your thoughts
Though our time was short-lived
The reminiscence enough to cherish forever
Your impressions still fresh from yesterday
For the times when I am alone
To bring that occasional smile
Drifting me to a reverie
Where I can live with your memories.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Memories can often be beautiful saviours of reassurance that ALL is never lost. And that within our hearts we each carry the bouquets of all we have been, and will be as brand new memories bloom! How lovely this personal possession you have shared with your readers. 💐
Thank you so much Myth. Appreciate your thoughtful views and appreciation
You are welcome, always! You are fast becoming a notable writer, with a very kind following. How wonderful! ☺️
Thank you so much Myth for your kind words